The Divine Prism

by John Herlihy

I love to see the morning sun arise,

The day begins as a glorious surprise.

Dawn light offers fresh promise to the day,

The sun chases the darkness of night away.

A few brief moments, the dawn as prelude,

The day itself passing by as mere interlude.

I hate to see the evening sun go down,

The day done, the horizon wears a frown.

A fiery sunset offers dramatic ending to day,

The blaze of colors the day’s body to slay.

The sun slips away as if to some back alley,

But not without offering this Grand Finale.

We live in the heart of this universal rhythm,

Seen as shadow and light in the Divine Prism.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Sunday 25 May 2025